It sort of heralded that back to the roots blues rock era. Coming after the endlessly magical technicolor fountains of psychedelia, that was one of the worst bits of juxtaposition which ever befell the rock industry. It was like saying, "Printing presses are pretty bloody pretentious. Let's go back to 'aving monks painstakingly recreate one book a year again! Yeah!!!"

I also have a problem (not quite to extreme) with Bridge Over Troubled Water. In both cases, I love the catalogues of the artists to bits, but both end on turkeys.

At least Abbey was the last to be recorded. I think of Let It Be as the first Beatlesy example of one of those post-death Tupac exploitation releases. I do at least really like Across the Universe. That scene in the movie where Paul brushes it aside in favour of another run-through of Maxwell's Silver Hammer is hilarious.

ETA: Just relistened to Across. Even that's a bit on the annoying side.